Whitebark Stream i died for beauty

The memory cut him smooth and swift, the mind's laceration immediately spurting bloody emotions. Corvo hadn't realized he'd closed his eyes, but the images played out across his eyelids. His mother, begging for her life. His brother, fleeing like the gutless coward he was. And Corvo, drifting out of consciousness from a blow to the head. When he woke, all was quiet, just like it was in the forest now. But the snow was painted with his blood and the blood of his mother. Her lifeblood. 

Corvo's eyes opened and he turned his head, expecting to find her laying there still, her body rigid with death and cold. 

Instead he found a stranger. 

Caught as he was in the coils of a tragic memory, he didn't school his expression and the surprise was all over his muzzle until he realized it moments later. Instantly that surprise turned to anger. His ears flattened against his skull and he rose to all fours to face the newcomer. 

"Delight in disturbing others at rest?"